Florida

So, having grown up in Florida, you'd think I'd remember just how miserable August is, but Chicago has me fooled. I always think, Gosh, it won't be so bad. Then we land, and I'm like, crap, what the heck was I thinking?!?!

August in Florida is ridiculous. You literally spend all your time scurrying from one air conditioned store to the next, and when you get in the car, you put the AC on full blast just to compensate for the misery.

So, here we are, considering what we're going to do if Hurricane Irene hits us Friday. I haven't had to think about this stuff in six years. My mom is all excited, "we've got two generators this time! We can air condition our bedroom!" Oh, the simple things in life that make us happy. Wait, doesn't that mean no AC for me and Claire at night? Yuck.

I am truly looking forward to getting back to my city which is in the 70's right now.